[ action | OPEN ] we realize happy endings are not for everyone, they're not for us

[black_black_heart]

Who: Tannusen and/or whoever!
Where: Genessia City - Velvet Lust (Please read that link if you're gonna tag in!)
What: A general Velvet Lust catch-all post. Back-tagging in the future, and back-dating now or later are both fine.
Warnings: Will add as/if needed.

🌟 OTAs, and closed threads between people who aren't Tannusen are also welcome! (Please note it in your subject line, so I don't barge in!)
Fighting, sexual harassment, or trash-talking of the LGBT nature of the patrons are all things not ICly allowed in here. Characters (or NPCs!) who step out of line will be removed from the premises.

A. [OPEN - anyone who is ICly an adult, kids simply aren't allowed inside]

It was night-time, and Velvet Lust was open for business. Tannusen could be found either at the bar downstairs, sitting on one of the stools instead of helping pour drinks, or upstairs at that bar trading commentary with the snarky bartender on duty. Either way, he was drinking tea.

B. [OPEN - anyone ICly under-age, or who just wants to]

Day or night, if anyone lingered for long enough just outside of the bar, it was going to eventually draw someone's attention.

C. [LOCKED - Velvet Lust staffers]

Before the bar opened for the night, Tannusen could be found on either floor of the establishment. Stocking things, fixing something, or... even lounging around as a tiger. Staff were always allowed to come and go for several hours before opening time.

Comments

[black_black_heart]

Tannusen wasn't super impressed by this guy's ability to take hints. Thus, he was free entertainment as far as the pooka was concerned.

So, he just strolled right along after him.

"Maybe!"

Being rude in a Faerie's territory always went well for everyone, didn't it? Tannusen felt no particular urge to be helpful.

[generalgrievous]

"Are you mocking me?" He got the feeling that was the case.

He continued walking but glanced at Tannusen with some disdain.

[black_black_heart]

"Are you being a rude little shit in my territory?" the tiger asked without missing a beat, still smilin'. Still following.

[generalgrievous]

A little taken aback, Grievous didn't think he was being rude. His manner was just gruff and no-nonsense. He's reminded of how people perceived him upon his arrival. This was similar.

"Your territory?"

[black_black_heart]

"Mmhmm," the Faerie's hands hadn't even unclasped from behind his back, so unconcerned was he.

Just try him, buddy. Especially in the middle of Velvet Lust. Glamour all around them, was it any wonder everyone had relaxed when he'd shown up on the scene?

"Would you like to try an alternative information gathering tactic, yet?"

[generalgrievous]

"Are you claiming to own this establishment? You could just answer simple questions," he said back, thinking he had been civil - in his own way.

Any further words were cut short by a brief but hacking series of coughs.

[black_black_heart]

"And you could try asking the staff instead of stalking around glowering at everyone and making them nervous," Tannusen countered smoothly, though he waited patiently until he thought the guy could hear him. "This is a Faerie-owned establishment, whether I'm the Faerie or not, one ought not be a rude guest where the Fae have laid a claim."

And there was that smile again.

"It never ends well."

[generalgrievous]

"Then I'm you asking you plainly now. Have you seen the droid K-2SO? Does he work here?"

Of course there was no smile in return. All that could be seen are those angry yellow eyes.

[black_black_heart]

"I have and he does," Tannusen's smile grew, lazy in a way those who knew him well would have been able to read. "My turn! What do you want with my employee?"

[generalgrievous]

"That is not your business," Grievous answered firmly.

"If you will tell me where he can be found I will leave you to your tavern-keeping."

[black_black_heart]

"He's not on the clock at the moment, so it's not my business where he is or what he's doing," Tannusen returned with oh-so much saccharine sweetness.

"We have these neat little things, don't know if you've heard of them...! We call them phones. Not my fault if you don't have his number." Tannusen does, of course, have Kay's number. Or kek's number, as he's known in the pooka's contacts.

[generalgrievous]

"I wanted to see him in person." There was another glare. "You are very unhelpful and I do not appreciate your tone."

[black_black_heart]

"You're welcome to speak to my manager, if you want," Tannusen offered even more sweetly.

And stepped closer.

His expression was ever-so pleasant and full of smiles, except the eyes. Those pretty, bright blue eyes of his never reflected it.

[generalgrievous]

Grievous stood his ground.

"And who would that be?"

[black_black_heart]

Tannusen, nearly a foot shorter than the cyborg, really didn't even seem to notice the difference. Right up in his space, just smiling away. Hands? Still clasped behind him. He didn't need them.

He wouldn't need them, no matter how this went.

"Tannusen Harrowgate."

One could damn near hear the unspoken 'fucking' in between the two names.

[generalgrievous]

"Then send for them and stop wasting my time," there's a low growl in his words, followed by more coughing. It took him a moment to again compose himself.

[black_black_heart]

Tannusen doesn't even bat an eyelash, but the world suddenly changes dramatically for the General. The whites of the man's eyes go black, stripes blooming across his skin like spreading ink. His fancy suit changes, so that now the main point of interest there is the long, flowing white dreamstuff coat, the black feathers at its neck too black. The only thing that's stayed the same about his garb is the silver loop around his throat.

In the blink of an eye, the whole bar has... changed.

Colors that don't truly exist spread out across wooden surfaces like an oil slick. Something dark and long-limbed crawls up a wall. The bartender, well, out of nowhere there's a damn songbird in his poofy hair and he doesn't even seem to have noticed it. When the bird's beak opens, though, the sound is that of some sort of stringed instrument.

Now-gloved hands still clasped behind his back, the tiger Faerie's smile hasn't even changed. When he speaks, however, there is a flash of too-long canines, upper and lower. The Manticore fangs are so sharp and strange, it hurts to even look at them.

"Here I am. You had a complaint to lodge about my tone, I believe?"

That voice of his has gone silky-smooth, the constant purring nature of it full of some kind of promise that has the patrons around them looking a lot more nervous than they had when Grievous had been stalking around glowering at them all.

The sheer amount of magic soaked in the hardwood all around them... it can be felt, now, humming softly just on the edges of one's senses. Not quite a sound, not quite a vibration. Glamour, the stuff of pure dreams -- and nightmares.

[generalgrievous]

While the change was startling, the Kaleesh general appeared to be more angry than frightened or upset. He's dealt with many different aliens in his lifetime, many who wanted to destroy him or his people, so he's taking this transformation fairly well.

The hum of magic is potent - and annoying. It reminds him of Dathomir.

"Do you think that you can intimidate me with your witchcraft?" There was a haughtiness to his own tone. "Think again."

He hadn't yet made any aggressive move though. He wasn't here for a fight.

[black_black_heart]

"Witchcraft?" Tannusen laughed at that. "Darling, Enchanting you just means I can more easily hurt you, should you continue to be a disrespectful buffoon in... again... my territory."

And then he pointed, without having to look, back over at the door out.

"You have ten seconds to leave on your own two feet before I teleport you into the middle of something unpleasant. Would you like a count-down? I'm pretty sure I can count to ten while deciding on a destination for you."

[generalgrievous]

"You are calling me disrespectful?" There was a note of incredulity. But he waved a mechanical claw in dismissive acceptance. "I am leaving but if you commit any crime on myself or others, just know that I will bring you in to justice."

The words may seem like an empty threat with Grievous already backing off, turning and stalking away.

[black_black_heart]

"Oh, no," Tannusen's tone is just as flat as could be, "how will I ever cope with that burden."

Byyyye.